“My mother told me you were an asshole, and now I see why,” she retorts, throwing my own words back at me. Fiery, I like that.
“Your mom loves me, don’t be an asshat.” It’s true; against all odds, Kellyane likes me. My father told me that she thinks I have a kind heart or some bullshit like that.
I didn’t even know I have a heart; I’m ice cold, doll, and that’s why I’m such a fucking legend. Sure, friends and family are different, but when it comes to women I’m a fuck ‘em and dump ‘em kind of man. Most of them are just after a fat check, anyway. I’m willing to giving them something fat and big, but it sure as hell isn’t a check.
“How could you stand there and watch me? Like… Like some creep!” she accuses me, pointing her finger at me. That hurts. Me, a creep?
“It’s not my fault,” I shrug, “this is my house too, you know? Besides… On the couch? That’s disgusting, ‘sis.”
She flushes again, pursing her lips and following with her deadly gaze as I walk to the kitchen and start rummaging through the fridge. Seeing her like that made me so fucking hungry. And since I can’t devour her, I have to find something else to devour.
“What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were in New York,” she asks me, and I turn around to face her.
“Well, you know, my sixth sense started tingling, telling me that there’s a beautiful woman at the beach house,” she starts to blush furiously, not knowing how to respond, but then I finish my sentence. “I guess that my sixth sense was off.”
I guess I managed to piss her off just now.
“You really are an asshole, Cody,” she says, her hands back on her hips.
“Part of the charm, I guess,” I shrug again, grabbing an apple and tossing it into the air repeatedly. “I needed to get away from the city, that’s it. Don’t think I came here just for you.”
Lowering her head, she lets out a frustrated sigh and then locks her eyes on mine.
“Alright, just don’t get in my way, okay?”
“But I’m a big guy, Kim. Sometimes I just can’t help but be in the way,” I smile at her, leaning against the counter and tossing the apple from one hand to the other.
She frowns, rolling her eyes again, and the way she does it makes my cock harden even more. Good thing I’m standing behind the counter, or else she’d see how much of a big guy I am.
“The house is big enough,” she continues, but I’m barely listening to whatever she’s saying. “You stay out of my way, I stay out of yours.”
Before I can even respond, she turns her back to me and picks her bags up from the floor. My heart feels as heavy as a boulder inside my chest as I watch her bend over, her sweet ass cheeks clenching and unclenching in such a way that I almost forget she’s my stepsister.
Without bothering to look at me, she crosses the living room and starts going up the stairs leading to the bedroom on the second floor. My eyes follow after her, the sway of her hips making me so fucking hard I might break the kitchen counter in half.
I’m holding my breath, but I only notice it when I hear the door to her room slamming shut.
Cody, you sleazy bastard, keep it in your
pants, I hear a voice say inside my head. The voice of sanity. She’s your stepsister.
Kim
That asshole Cody! I still can’t believe he caught me while I was masturbating! I wish I could find a hole deep enough to hide in. The way he just stood there, staring at me … So much for a relaxing week in the Hamptons.
I throw my bags on top of the bed, ready to start unpacking, when I hear my cell phone buzz. I have to rummage through my purse to find it; I just threw it inside there when I saw Cody, but I finally manage to fish it out.
John’s name is flashing on the screen, finally some good news! Ever since I left him at Stone Rose I’ve been waiting for his call. I wasn’t sure if he’d come to the Hamptons, but I guess it’s my lucky day. At least I’ll have something to distract me from Cody and his huge… ahem, his huge arrogance.
“Hey,” John says as soon as I put the phone up to my ear. “I’ll be in the Hamptons today. Wanna have a drink?”
“Sure!” I reply happily, thinking that we’ll probably be able to finish what we started in New York. Time to get laid, Kim. “When?”
“Four? At the Elephant Bar?”
“Sounds perfect! I’ll be there,” I tell him, probably more excited than I should be. I mean, I still haven’t come down completely from the orgasm I gave myself a few minutes ago, and Cody didn’t help either.
No, I’m not going to start talking about how handsome he looked, or how I noticed the contour of his cock pushing against his jeans. And I sure as hell won’t start babbling about I became even wetter when our eyes met and I still had one finger inside of me. He’s my stepbrother, so I won’t talk about any of that stuff.